All Chapters of Kidnapped by the Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

MARIUS'S POVI knew something was wrong the moment Tristan's expression changed as he looked at the broken picture frame.His face turned pale, and his eyes widened slightly. His trembling fingers caressed the photograph of someone, while the tracker remained drunk and unconscious on the floor.Seconds later, I saw him whisper the word "Mom" as he touched the photograph with reverence. That was when I realized it. That male really was Jane's father. She had been right.When I thought of Jane, desperate to find out whether the male lying on the floor was her father, to discover which pack she belonged to, to learn more about her past...And now she wasn't here, and I had no idea where she could be or what dangers she must be facing.When I thought about it, my heart was consumed by the fear of not finding her, by the fear that something terrible might happen to her and I wouldn't be there to protect her. I felt as though everything around me was turning to dust, including my hopes of f

LÚCIAI paced back and forth in the room where I had been kept for days. Ever since I had made the proposal to the male named Kevin, he had been left paralyzed and had simply walked out of the room, leaving me alone.I was now filled with uncertainty. With each passing day that they simply fed me without talking to me, it was another day of doubt. Would today be the day their kindness ended?Now, if I were the mate of one of them, if I possibly carried a child in my womb, I would be safe. Surviving was all that mattered. I wanted to survive.The room was small and clean, and so far, Kevin had not appeared. The one who brought me food was the other male, the one who had been watching me when I first woke up here. My wounds had already healed.I was walking in circles while my mind tormented me with countless tragic scenarios. Gods, I needed to get out of here. I needed to talk to one of them and have them listen to me.Suddenly, the door opened, and the male named Kevin entered. His br

JANEI struggled uncontrollably, and all I could think about was Marius and how much I regretted everything.I wanted to apologize to him. I wanted to look into his jasper eyes and tell him that he had been right, that I had been foolish and immature.My desperation to learn about my past and my origins had brought me here. My impulsiveness had put me in danger.The resentful she-wolf who owned the place, which I now knew was a brothel, gave me a malicious smile and left the room.When she opened the door, to my horror, I heard a male voice exchanging a few pleasantries with the she-wolf.I wanted to scream, but I felt a knot forming in my throat.Suddenly, I heard footsteps and the door closing, followed by the sound of the key locking it."You really are everything she said... so beautiful." The male voice sounded in the room, and I began struggling against the ropes until I felt them scraping against my wrists and ankles. I didn't care if they bled as long as I could free myself."

JANEThe night air hit my face, and I was momentarily dazed by the number of people passing around me.The sound of cars, motorcycles, and people talking all at once nearly made my mind collapse. My heart was beating erratically in my chest, and my bare feet against the asphalt confirmed that, yes, I had escaped.Various thoughts raced through my mind, and the first one was: Who was that male, and why had he looked at me that way?I pushed those thoughts and doubts aside. I needed to run. I needed to get away from that place. I soon noticed some lecherous looks from males. When I looked down, I realized I was wearing only that silk nightgown. It was the most sensual and vulgar piece of clothing I had ever worn in my life, and my legs were exposed.My breasts were exposed as if they were on display in a shop window, ready to be taken by whoever paid the most. However, that must have been the intention of that spiteful she-wolf.I hurried down the street, getting away from all the traff

JANEWhen I finally found myself alone in that boarding house room, I locked the door, even though there were probably other keys in the hands of the owner.Even so, I locked it, and the simple act of doing so, of finally being able to be alone, made me take a deep breath as my eyes began to sting.I turned to look around the room and noticed a dark wooden door in one corner. I desperately hoped it was the bathroom.The room was small but cozy. The blankets were neatly folded on the bed, the walls were clean, and so was the floor.I walked toward the bathroom, pushing the door open and revealing a fairly spacious bathroom with white tiled walls and a light gray floor.The shower was separated by nothing more than a green curtain with flowers. The toilet was clean, and on the shelves were small, unopened containers of shampoo and soap. I was grateful for that.I couldn't remember the last time I had taken a bath alone. I turned my gaze toward the toilet, and memories of myself relievin